#chibi wrote a thing

[chibipsycho-v3]

m.. more P03 please? i'm simping ovr here

You and me both, brudda! I'm dying over this 'bot- and it shows, I went. WAAAY over on this one, wow. To be fair, though! I actually tried to write a short intro, then took the end from a WIP that I'm banging away at, so it ended up being long 'cuz of that. Not that anyone minds, am I right!? Enjoy~

P03 x GN!Reader

You were embroiled deep in an intense match with P03 and he was not making it easy while he jeered the whole time. "You've forgotten your lane positioning again," he pointed out with that smug face.

"Yeah, well- I bet I can still win," you huffed more to yourself. The response was not lost on him.

"Bet, you said?" he chirped, even more self-satisfied, "Alright! If I win, you have to clean up the reject pile."

"Yeesh," you replied, pausing. What could you demand in exchange-? And it hit you. "If I win," you wore a similar smug expression, "You have to give me a hug."

P03 bleeped a noise in surprise and you got to see shock on his screen. "What- Wait- That's it- or-" he stuttered, trying to comprehend. Ellipsis took over his screen, then he corrected himself, "Fine, weirdo. Deal."

Your match continued… and suddenly P03's teasing was missing. You held back pointing it out- but when the next turn came, he- hesitated on card placement. Then he put down a card in a clearly unoptimized spot. You held your tongue again, but it was difficult.

On your next turn, you got the card you needed to end the match. The scales tipped as P03 watched with keen interest- then as soon as it was over, he made an exaggerated sigh through his fans. "Lame," he muttered, "Now I have to let you touch me."

The truth was buzzing in your skull. You saw it. He obviously threw that match.

"Deal's a deal!" you teased, jumping up from your chair. P03 looked a little startled at your enthusiasm as you rounded the table. "So get down here and accept your 'punishment.'"

P03 paused, then lowered his hover by a foot to decrease the height difference, giving the impression he was kneeling down to meet you. He turned his arm outward to allow you close and his eyes had shifted to the side in an expression you could only call 'tsundere.'

You fought down your laugh and met him in two strides. You threw your arms up to hug him around his midsection, reaching on your tip-toes to do so. Even though he was expecting it, P03's frame jerked with what sounded like an alarmed beep. There was a second of hesitation, then slowly, cautiously… his heavy arm circled around your back and squeezed you to his frame.

Your face ached with how much you were smiling. You couldn't help nudging your cheek against his chassis. The metal was surprisingly warm, you could hear faint clicking and whirring from his internal mechanisms. He smelled like machine oil and warm exhaust with a hint of grime, but you didn't care in the slightest.

The moment lasted forever, or it felt like it.

You felt a tiny tremble in his arm behind your back, heard another whirr add in as an internal fan kicked on- then suddenly P03's arm withdrew and wedged between you and him to pry you off. "Alright, that's enough," he muttered as he removed you, but you didn't miss the dash marks on his cheeks before they vanished.

But you knew the truth now- and you were determined to weaponize it.

[reflectingravens]

Nere: "Why are your wretched iblith houses so cold?"

Emilia: ✨Capitalism✨

Melbourne, Australia does actually get cold in winter and our houses are basically just fancy tents 🙃

[j3nnix]

my girl!!!1!(๑˃ ᴗ ˂๑)

[melonthesprigatito]

I have a confession, during my Echoes of Wisdom playthrough I ALMOST hated Condé on sight because- put down the pitchforks please- because I saw him as the final nail in the coffin, the final confirmation that there wasn't going to be any Rito characters in Echoes of Wisdom.

I played Breath of the Wild as my first ever Legend of Zelda game and I got RIDICULOUSLY attached to them. From the moment Echoes of Wisdom was revealed, I was so excited about seeing chibi Rito NPCs. I was 100% certain they were going to be in the game because the Gorons, Gerudo and Zora were in the game, and Echoes looked like it was taking some design inspiration from BOTW/TOTK.

Sure they didn't show up in the advertisements, but they also didn't show what was up Hebra Mountain in the advertisments either. So in my head I was picturing a 2D Rito Village up in Hebra Mountain. After all, the Rito lived at the base of Hebra Mountain in BOTW. So my word association with Hebra Mountain was Ritos.

So when I saw that the focal character of the Hebra Mountain dungeon was a random yeti, my soul was crushed. Months of excitement down the drain. And that pissed me off. So I was mad at Condé for his existence.

That lasted all of two minutes.

Condé, my precious boy, I am so sorry, I love you, I was sobbing during the end credits.❤️

[skitskatdacat63]

And here is the bull himself >:)

+ lore notes

I was like, ah I should make the shadow something interesting, and then I'm like GIVE HIM BULL HORNS???? OKAY SURE !!!!! I'm glad such thoughts can strike at 7 in the morning....thanks brain. But hehehe I'm glad bcs now this matches up super well with the Nando one!

New ship dynamic: who's the bull and who's the matador :)

I think, in this AU, Fernando is generally pretty fond of Seb when he first meets him. Like "ah yes my very own protégé, very nice, I shall mold him in my image." But then Seb starts veering off that course. Bullfighting is all about being dramatic, but Seb maybe has a bit too much(🤏) flair for the dramatic. This escalation starts while he's still Fernando's assistant but he keeps it generally at bay. But god when he becomes a matador himself, he's just off the rails insane.

Bullfighting, to me, is a sport about reckless endangerment of one's self in the pursuit of drama and performance(its literally described as a tragedy in three acts.) But Fernando thinks Seb endangers himself *too* much, not because he cares or anything, but he's making a mockery of the sport!! Especially when Seb starts doing that bull hand symbol(seen above), Fernando just keeps become more enraged with him, not anything to do with the fact that Seb is threatening his records and threatening his own wellbeing, nah of course not.

Seb's gesture is making a mockery of the sport, he's disrespecting the culture, the very nature of it, blah blah blah. Jenson once asks Fernando, after noticing him seething while watching Seb do his gesture, "Which bull are you really trying to defeat?" One could also describe Fernando and Seb's relationship as a "tragedy with three acts."

Anyways Fernando gets very tied up with this rivalry. Even after suffering a severe injury(I have yet to decide, but y'know mchonda electrocution core), he quickly returns to the sport, loath to let Seb get any more headway. And then Seb gets injured, poor little sweet Seb, and neither of them can handle it. Though I already covered this in my prev lore post 🤭 and I think I put it pretty viscerally there so!! I digress.

They're both matadors, but the bull itself is not the only bull Fernando wants to conquer. Conquer as in death? Hm.

[least-carpet]

are there any ningcheng fans anywhere. did you guys all go home.

me 3 years late to the fandom, writing my dumb little postcanon ningcheng fanfic, making them kiss: hahaha fuck yeah!! yes!!

me editing the fucking thing so it makes any sense at all: well this fucking sucks. what the fuck.

[alilaro]

shout out to that time in 2021 when I put my entire pussy into making an animation, and then never made art ever again

[galacticnova3]

Yes I’ve seen the direct

Yes I’ve played the KRtDD demo

Yes I have been doing the kinnie stimmy™️ for several minutes

No I will not be normal about anything when the full game releases

[lizzobetumblin]

Melissa hated her feelings. 

She buried them in a chest in the 5th grade (along with her ability to express them). Other peoples' feelings on the other hand was her forte. She could process, decipher and regurgitate other peoples emotions effortlessly. This gift could’ve taken her through college, all the way to a degree in psychology. Distinguished Dr. Jefferson with a PhD and a cozy office and impressive roster of high-profile, weallthy clients was a shiny idea. Fate would have a different hand for Melissa her talents were exhausted on mediating family fights, friend group drama, and charming her way out of confronting her own feelings. 

“Feelings.” Even saying it out loud to herself seemed silly. Something reserved for ‘cry babies’ and water signs. Typical Sunday nights started tame, reading or writing fan-fiction and drinking cranapple juice. And then like clock work her father would yell her name, 

‘MELISSA!!!’ Emotionless, she’d get up dust off her Winnie the Pooh shorts and make her way downstairs. On the long walk down the hall to the stairs leading to the living room brawl, she’d go through her check list: 

1.) Don’t cry.   

 2.) Stay neutral; Deescalate

3.)Don’t take anything personal. This isn’t about you

She padded down the carpeted stairs in her old soft socks to see her mother tightlipped and tear streaked thinking, 

‘she broke rule number 1’. Her father, Michael was proud and angry, his big belly filled with self righteousness. She knew he would be unyielding in his resolve and at this point her only option was to deescalate.

 ‘Rule number 2’. Then her sister the water sign and calamity for the evening sat on the floor nearly fetal, face red and raw with emotion. 

‘Its not your fault’ Melissa wanted to say ‘You just didn’t follow the rules… you’re loved.’ But she couldn’t say that because she’d be breaking rule number 3. It wasn’t about how Melissa felt. Even though she felt like screaming,

“VANESSA, YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG. DAD—YOU JUST HAVE PENT UP ANGER BECAUSE YOU GREW UP IN THE HOOD OF DETROIT AS A BLACK MAN IN THE 60s AND 70s. YOU NEED A HEALTHY OUTLET LIKE.. I DONT KNOW… THERAPY?!?!?! THIS IS A WASTE OF ALL OF OUR TIME. I LITERALLY JUST WROTE THE BEST SAILOR SATURN x CHIBI USA FANFICTION EVER AND THIS IS KILLING MY VIBE!”

Instead, she decide to hear every one out. She decided to help. To calm her dragon of a father down. To be a translator for her emotional sister. To not take it personal. To stay neutral. To not cry. 

9 years later, at her fathers funeral she still never broke the rules. She played her flute and spoke at his memorial. She was present for her mother because it wasn’t about her. When other peoples' emotions bubbled up she stayed neutral. She sat through both services and she did not cry. It wasn’t until she excused herself to make a phone call outside did she collapse onto the stairs of the funeral home and weep alone in the cold Detroit snow. 

It’s okay to break the rules sometimes, she reminded herself. As long as no one else sees it.

Traumas began to compact on Melissa, as they do. Humans tend to collect traumas like pebbles on a long hike. We toss them into our backpacks and keep moving forward. Some hikers would falter, but Melissa was built for this. She’d carried the stones of her family’s traumas uphill for years. She was strong. 

When men began to befriend and reject her, saying ‘you’re too good for me’ but not too good to make them feel good. She carried that. 

When childhood friends began to cut off the strings of her heart, saying ‘We can’t be friends anymore’. She carried that.

When her family separated like dandelion seeds, it seemed like they’d never be together again. Melissa slept on so many couches, floors and car seats sometimes she didn’t know if she’d see them again. 

She carried that. 

Dying was never an option though sometimes she didn’t mind the thought of it. Peace and warmth were two things she’d desperately yearned and hadn’t felt fully since the womb. Then one night in the pitch black of the hot, sweaty, roach-infested studio in southeast Houston she slept in she wondered:

‘Why can’t I break the rules?’ She’d seen everyone else in her life break them like popsicle sticks. And she didn’t just want to break the rules, she wanted to break them boldly and loudly and annoyingly and honestly and sloppily like every one else gets to do. It was in that moment, tucked in a thin jacket inside of an 8-foot high instrument cubby in the inky darkness—it hit her. 

‘Is my suffering for a high purpose? Or is my suffering trying to kill me?’ 

She cried. 

She escalated. 

She took it personal. 

But it wasn’t enough. She wanted to scream in a microphone in a sea of shadowy faces. She drank whiskey and wove her pain into rock music. 

‘Music is my boyfriend’ she declared. The only man that kept his baggage to hisself. And it healed her. It gave her voice reason and purpose. 

The pebble-laden hike became lighter with time. The incline eventually evened out to flat, beautiful landscapes where the breeze finally met her back. She knew it wasn’t gonna be easy or sunshine but even the rain cleansed her and it was beautiful too. 

Somewhere in the rain she decided rules were meant to be built and broken. Like trust and love and friendships and families. Because every thing deserves the opportunity to change and grow. 

So... She broke rule number 1 on stage while singing a beautiful song. Dr. Jefferson (PhD) screamed for her to stop but she didn’t listen and the tears flowed like rivers of emotion down her cheeks. 

Rule number 2 was broken when she grew older and saw the injustices of the world. Marching with hundreds in protest she realized not everything needs to be pacified. 

And one day when she finally fell in love, she broke rule number 3. No matter how much training she’d done she couldn't help but take every thing her lover said and did personal. But it was ok. Because in all her resistance she realized breaking rules was her power. 

Melissa began to fall for her feelings. Her feelings gave life purpose. They weren’t always logical, as feelings seldom are. They were sloppy and embarrassing and rude and so fucking uncomfortable. But they were hers. And they were real. And when she sat alone sipping wine, staring at the moon…They were the only ones still by her side. Ready to break the rules for her because they loved her. 

And she finally loved them back. 

[linotte-miller]

Personally, my current preferred scenario is Geto showing up and pretending to be a college professor eager to talk about “the impact of popular media on the collective imagination.”

Initially I imagined he’d come up with this idea on a whim, freak out and ask Nanami to tell him how college works. But as I think about it, Geto would probably just wing it and be great.

“Syllabus? I work at a small, liberal arts school. We don’t really believe in those. Or grades, for that matter.”

….How many students do I have? Two humans and a panda. Haha, just kidding. 😉 We are very committed to academic excellence, hence the small class sizes.”

…..what are my classes like? Well, we have a community-based learning model, which—between you and me—is a fancy way of saying ‘field trips.’ But I prefer to call it field work. And they all get stipends, of course.”

Silly headcanon: you’re a writer (making something along the lines of The Magnus Archives, or more likely something on the sillier side like Welcome to Nightvale) and it’s become popular enough that your ideas have started to manifest as curses.

Exasperated JJK character(s) of your choice shows up in your office breaking every rule about talking to normies because god they are so exhausted and do you realize you are putting people in the hospital and would it fucking kill you to write slice-of-life once in awhile—

[sailormoonandme]

SAILOR MOON COSMOS EPILOGUE MASTER POST

With the release of the Sailor Moon Cosmos movies on Netflix I thought the time was right to reshare some fanfics I previously wrote about what might have happened after the events of the final arc of the Sailor Moon Manga (a.k.a. what the Cosmos films adapt); in particular what happened to Sailor Cosmos and Chaos.

If you enjoyed the Sailor Moon Cosmos films you may well enjoys these too.

Returning Stars a.k.a. THE SAILOR STARLIGHTS RETURN HOME

Summary: A miracle has occurred throughout the galaxy. Every world ravaged by Sailor Galaxia has been reborn, including the Kinmoku star… and its four most fabled citizens.

Shadows of Galaxia a.k.a. THE ORIGIN/FATE OF GALAXIA!?

Summary: Zoloto regards her home planet of Rastaban as trash and its people scum. She yearns for more. For a star worthy of her majesty.

Group Therapy a.k.a. THE ORIGINS/FATES OF THE SAILOR ANIMAMATES! 

Summary: The Shadow Galactica, led by Sailor Galaxia, once scoured the Milky Way seeking Sailor Crystals. Amongst its ranks were five young women who became pretenders to the sacred title of Sailor Senshi. But what became of these women when the shadow of Galaxia was lifted?

Rebirth a.k.a. THE ORIGIN OF SAILOR CHAOS

Summary: There is a place within the galaxy where all things are possible. It is protected by an eternal and ever vigilant guardian who knows all its secrets. But there is one secret that terrifies her. One possibility that could spell the end of all things…

Stripes a.k.a. HOW SAILOR COSMOS BECAME CHIBI-CHIBI

Summary: As the end draws near a lonely woman weeps and loses herself in the past.

The Last Sailor War a.k.a. SAILOR MOONS FROM EVERY CANON TEAM UP WITH SAILOR COSMOS TO DEFEAT CHAOS!

Summary: Gathered together by Sailor Cosmos, Sailor Moons from across the Multiverse (and canons) make a last stand against Sailor Chaos and her army Sailor Moon's old enemies to decide the final fate of the universe!

(Art courtesy of SinJazz)

Sailor Moon: The End a.k.a. WHAT HAPPENED AFTER SAILOR MOON COSMOS!?

Summary: This is shorter/alternate version of 'The Last Sailor War', though it retains the fundamental concept of Sailor Moons from different canons (the original 1990s anime, the Musicals, the 2003 live action show, etc) teaming up with Sailor Cosmos to fight Sailor Chaos. Lovers of the original English dub of Sailor Moon (wherein Usagi was named Serena) might be particularly interested in this story.

The Last Sailor Senshi a.k.a. A HAPPY ENDING FOR SAILOR COSMOS

Summary: The fighting is done. The war has been won…but not for Sailor Cosmos. She is, as she has been for so very long, utterly, and eternally…alone…

[chibipsycho-v3]

There isn’t a whole lot of reader x Leshy or reader x Grimora stuff out there, so anything with either of them would be great : D

OR how about both? 💖 I took longer with these requests (bad day yesterday) but I really like how these turned out! I went a little overboard on Leshy's because I'm lov. Forest peepaw~

Grimora x GN!Reader

An older tune spilled from the phonograph in the back of the room, filling the quiet crypt with a liveliness that normally wasn't felt here. It was a mid-tempo song, but the lyrics fell unheard on your ears. You were too busy.

Grimora held your hands in hers, cool against your skin, as she pulled you into a dance. Of course she led, she was the taller party, and you were too lost in the moment to lead besides. She turned and guided you in what felt like a version of ballroom-dancing, music playing on behind you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the ghouls pausing to appreciate the music.

The Scrybe's dress swished as she pulled you a bit closer, and you felt your chest warm with adoration when you met her gaze and saw her smile. While she maintained a 'proper' attitude with the other Scrybes, you and her ghouls all knew different. She had a warmth that she hid beneath her work… but not from you.

A laugh escaped you as Grimora extended her arms to carefully spin you in a circle. She answered with her own ethereal laugh. "Dearest, you make even this old lady feel young again," she cooed.

You made a dismissive noise. “Youth is a myth," you replied, "It comes from within."

Her laughter raised by an octave; you must have caught her by surprise. "Cheeky of you, my angel," Grimora hummed.

The song was drawing to a close and she took the opportunity to place her palm to your back and dip you slightly. You both took a moment to look into each other's eyes, soft smiles on your faces. Then Grimora leaned down and gently placed her forehead to yours, her glowing eyes fluttering closed. You closed your own, inhaling deep of her subtle, flowery perfume.

You wished this moment could last forever.

Leshy x GN!Reader

Oh, this was perfect. You held still, save for the slow lift of the camera in your hands. You peered through the shutter, steadying the shot. On the other end of the viewfinder was a beautiful russet fox, rooting through the forest undergrowth in search of prey. Steady, steady…

Just as it looked up, you took the shot. Amazing. The fox continued its search, still unaware of your presence for the moment. You lowered the camera, taking the instant picture from the slot and waving it to let it develop. When you looked at it, you swore it belonged on the cover of a nature magazine.

"Excellent framing."

You nearly startled and dropped the camera. "Geez!" you hissed, causing the fox to scurry into the brush, "Leshy…!"

He chuckled at your reaction. He did so relish sneaking up on you, it was so easy due to his command of the forest. "I suppose that answers what you are doing with my spare camera, then."

You frowned up at the huge figure beside you, but it was pretty hard to stay mad when his eyes were crinkled with amusement at you. Your frown turned to a smile as you lifted a small bag from your hip. "There were so many creatures around, I just wanted to give it a try," you explained, pulling out the other photos you'd deemed as keepers. A sparrow mid-flight, a school of fish in a shining stream, a rabbit alert from your presence, among others.

Leshy took them delicately from your hands, looking them over with an appraising eye. He hummed approvingly, singling out the bird photo. "You have a photographer's eye," he commented before lifting a brow, "Are you certain you aren't aiming to replace me?"

He pulled a laugh out of you with that. "I'd never dream of it," you replied, taking the photos he offered and putting them away. You smiled up at the Scrybe of Beasts. "You could always guide me, though. Learning at the elbow of the master should be interesting!"

He seemed intrigued by that. "Ah, flattery," he mused, then placed his broad palm on your head, "Fine, you have swayed me." Leshy let his hand drop, but not before brushing the back of one finger against your cheek subtly. "But you shall listen and obey, I will not repeat myself."

He was trying to act commanding, but his tone lacked that edge. He sounded more fond than anything. "Yes, sir Scrybe," you teased back.

[gojoscloset]

“You smell sooo good.”

“Thanks! I taste even better.”

with JJK boys (Choso, Toji, Gojo ) NSFW/Suggestive

Choso

He took notice of your new scent and decided to act on it. He complimented you but he did not expect what you had to say in return.

“Thank you! I taste even better.”

You give him a wink and instantly he was a mess. He was at a loss for words, his throat and mouth suddenly became dry and his mind couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you could help him quench his thirst.

Choso’s nonchalant expression switched up to a more shocked one. He looked away, tugging at the scarf around his neck to ease the sudden heat that reached his body. He was thankful for the baggy-ness of his clothes, otherwise a growing tent would be present for everyone to see.

Toji

He didn’t hold back, when does he ever? He caught a whiff of your scent once you got in his proximity and he couldn’t help himself.

“Damn girl, you smell good enough to eat.”

His lips curled into a smirk and made his way closer to you, the sweet aroma enticed him and whatever it was you were wearing was literally good enough to make his mouth water.

“Then why don’t you?”

You dared him and looked straight in his eyes, your innocent expression challenged him and he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, chibi.*” Toji smirked and crossed his arms over his broad chest, he looked down at you, the size difference more noticeable as he closed the gap between you and him. Before you even said anything his mind wandered to all the things he could do to you. How he would bend and fold you and how he would have you at his mercy. He was known to be a demon with his mouth and questioned how you would receive him. Would you really be able to handle it?

“I know what I’m getting into, I think I can take it.” …

Gojo

Satoru invaded your space, as always. He practically placed his nose in your hair playfully taking a deep breath. “Wow you smell delicious, is it new?” He smiled and moved his hands to waft the air closer to him, like you were some kind of freshly baked dessert.

“Thank you! And if you think that smells delicious just wait till you taste me.”

Satoru cocked a brow and gave you a confident grin.

“Hmmm. Sorry princess but I don’t think I CAN wait, you know I have a sweet tooth.” He licked his lips and moved closer to you, taking in your scent once again. “As a matter of fact,I’m craving something sweet right now.”

Authors notes:

*Chibi can be used to call someone shorty.

I came up with the idea because I recently bought hella stuff from Bath and Body Works and I smell so so so delicious and have been getting compliments. LOL

Also I can’t believe I wrote for Toji 🤢 I h8 him but I did it for the girlies lmao

[menherasy]

original callout post is by @menheratic !! if you want more info, please ask them. i am merely reuploading the original callout post of ezaki. please do check out the link of the jp community calling him out in 2019 ^^ https://togetter.com/li/1327770

! The following post talks about the various bad things that Menhera-chan's creator, Ezaki Bisuko, has done.

Here a japanese summary of all the shit he did so far, including but not limited to:

• registering Yamikawaii as trademark

• sending his fans after gyaru YouTuber Usatani to harass her into a suicide attempt over unknowingly buying a shirt with stolen PPG fanart he drew

• himself buying products with stolen art, even promoting their sales, because it’s totally ok when he does it

• the reason why Usatan’s original design was changed aka it was a ripoff of Cult Party’s iconic rabbit mascot that was designed by their artist Maromika-chan

• wrote a whole guide on how to legally get away with sex work as child

• proof of him tracing art for the more detailed MCH artworks

• how he attended the Menhera Exhibit only to smear misogynist bullshit with blood on maxipads

• complaining about how anime for little girls are evil feminist agenda TM because ain’t nobody need men to be saved anymore

• boasting about being a fashion designer only selecting the finest fabrics for his merch when it’s actually made by the japanese equivalent of Redbubble

• “parody” works featuring child characters like Chibi Maruko-chan prostituting themself, the message being all women are whores regardless of age for the right amount of money

• the small “terms and conditions” shield he has at his con booths where you agree that you need to buy anything you touch

• how he setup an earthquake victim fundraiser only to keep the money

• telling his english fans they are not allowed to use any of his art for private use, like as icon, unless they pay him

• how he wants to move to the US when he turns 30 because of all the evil haters TM in Japan

• copyright claiming everyone left and right

• japanese Menhera speaking out about he keeps hurting the community

In regards of the maxi pads:

TW, CW // nooses, misogynistic text in red on maxipads

Our favorite being the second row second one, “Abortion is murder”.

Some more recent event: When he started harassing and hating on disabled people after Tokyo Fashion translated a Tweet of his because being disabled is discriminating yourself.

It’s like a trainwreck that refuses to end, now with 100% more crypto on NFT while shitting on those who warn about the dangers.

His NFT sales can be found here: https://foundation.app/@bisuko_ezaki

For some reason, after 7 years, he also decided to re-release the infamous wrist-cut bracelet to sell at events. The leader of the Neo-Decora group bought one for example:

TW // Bracelet that imitates sh, includes blood

Also keeps doing collabs with “Tokyo Uragawa” under Yamiko so Seigi (Mental illness is justice), which focuses on self-harming girls as fetish objects.

TW, CW // drawn sh

Recently, he also wrote a long-article on his definition of Yamikawaii:

https://harajuku-pop.com/67775/

Still not sure where overseas people got “this is about mental health awareness” from, might be based on mistranslations because the word for mental health and illness is one in the same, and his definition is about glorifying mental illness. In fact, this is why he was banned from Tumblr because he kept posting other people’s self-harm photos to his aesthetic blog Menherabusu.

Next up: Made suicide baiting posts over his following decreasing in the hopes of getting attention, fans sent him photos of cute animals to cheer him up, and he decided to post about destroying the pictures.

Tbh, this list could go on forever as he does this kind of bs on an almost daily basis now, but apparently people don’t care enough to stop throwing money at him.

Meanwhile the Japanese community made a whole Wiki for tracking all of his drama considering how much it is by now.

https://ezabisumatome.wiki.fc2.com/

TW // mention of shotacon

Decided to nickname himself Shotabi, the name being a combination of Shotacon and Bisuko, while using nsfw anime edits of male child characters in sexual situations as decor for his selfies.

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝:

Is it ok to still like Menhera-chan?

𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫:

Sure, the problem is really only Ezaki himself and his increasing problematic remarks fueled by his ego, the manga is a lot older than him being like that.

Fun fact: Ezaki actually hates Menhera-chan because it's the only thing he ever gets approached for by the media, he constantly rants about this on Twitter. If you have noticed, he barely makes new MCH content anymore (unless he gets paid for it) and mainly reposts old artworks and fanart (without permission) instead because it's the only way he can still get attention as his other works, like the misogynist Manapisu, which is just him hating on women as "dumb wh*res" as a manga, flopped badly.

Just try to not fund his bs by buying new goods.

[blackcatnip]

Can’t you see?! - Well, no.

Soukoku Chuuya finds out Dazai is blind in one eye

I kinda forgot Dazai used to cover his eyes with bandages when I wrote this so let’s just pretend he did not. Thank you.

Teen soukoku but Dazai is always bumping into everything. From a door frame to a really annoyed Chuuya. And every time it happens he just glares at the things or person in question like they were the ones who bumped into him. Which normally just results in a lot of cursing from a very exasperated Chuuya.

“I swear to god if you do this one more time I will throw you into the river myself.”

“It’s just that you are soo tiny that normally I can’t even see you.”

(That day he returned home with very wet clothes)

But oh well, he does his job okay when he has to and never once actually complained about this little problem nor seemed to be preoccupied to change it. So life went one.

Until one day, Chuuya was happily drinking his well needed coffee, looking at some papers when Dazai bumped into him – again - and spilled every drop of the hot – very hot - beverage into his very expensive – expensive as your house kinda expensive – suit.

So Chuuya was done with this stupid game. He grabbed Dazai's arms, pushed him into his motorcycle, ignored the brunette’s complaints, and they both went to see an eye doctor. Because Dazai fucking needed one.

It was with incredible shock that Chuuya received the news that Dazai was blind in one eye. And even more dumbfounded at the complacent look on Dazai's face, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Well, what did you expect?” Dazai said as they walked away from the building. “I told you I didn’t need a doctor.”

“I don’t know, an infection?! You always run from doctors like they are the plague either way.” Chuuya stops picking their helmets. “Why are you acting like it’s normal?”

Dazai looked at him like he was five years old and with a condescending tone he spoke up. “We are in the Mafia chibi.”

After that, Chuuya still cursed Dazai on a daily basis, still got pissed with his deplorable depth perception, and honestly would much rather any other partner. But – not that he would ever admit it to anyone else –  he also made sure to always find himself standing in Dazai’s blind spot. Better a shitty partner than a dead one.

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Miya 4 as things my friends texted Pt.2

Atsumu: So apparently, grandma can accept homosexuality but can’t even conceive the fact that I don’t brush my hair before my dentist appointment

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Atsumu, about something Kita did: Ya go, mom!

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Atsumu: yer a literal mood

Suna, at 1AM, crying over a fanfiction:

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Atsumu, about OsaSuna: TWO BROOS, CHILLING IN A HOT TUUB, NO FEET APART CAUSE THEY FUCKING GAY

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Atsumu: Pov: ya wanted to scold Omi-kun, but it’s Omi-kun

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Suna: @Atsumu @Osamu You fucking pieces of shit go check my ff so I can post it

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Atsumu, about Suna: What’s his problem?

Osamu: He wants to be killed cause he wrote a smut that came out hotter than intended and now he’s blushing and liking it

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Atsumu: OOOOOOOOOOMI YER SO CUTE MY GOD I WANT A CHIBI VERSION OF YA ON MY DESK FDIVNSEIJ